Rong Yan pushed Fu Jingsheng away: "You can't come here anymore, stay away from me."
"I won't touch you. Don't run away, be careful you don't fall." Fu Jingsheng pulled his wife back from the fall.
Han Yue hadn't been able to speak with her daughter-in-law the night before, so she waited downstairs early in the morning.
She asked the nanny to make a nourishing soup to help her son and daughter-in-law sober up.
Rong Yan applied some powder to Fu Jingsheng's neck and chose a dress with a slightly high neckline to cover most of the mark.
The two went downstairs together and greeted Han Yue.
"Rong Yan." Han Yue took her daughter-in-law's arm and pulled her aside.
Fu Jingsheng frowned and said, "Why do you have to say things behind my back?"
"What do you know?" Han Yue rolled her eyes at her son, then whispered something in Rong Yan's ear.
Rong Yan was shocked for a moment and nodded for a moment, which made Fu Jingsheng even more curious.
After saying that, Han Yue instructed, "Remember, only the two of us know this. Drink some soup before you go out."
Fu Jingsheng said jealously, "I think I'd better not drink it. Give it all to Rong Yan. I don't deserve it."
Han Yue ruffled her son's hair: "Fine, don't drink then. I'm going out now. Rong Yan, see you this afternoon."
"See you this afternoon?" Fu Jingsheng looked at his mother with a puzzled expression.
"It's nothing, have breakfast, then go to work," Rong Yan kept her mother-in-law in the dark.
Fu Jingsheng was unhappy from early morning, and the more Rong Yan kept quiet about it, the more curious he became.
Unable to bear the nagging any longer, Rong Yan could only hint, "It's my own business. I'll tell you when the time is right. Don't overthink it."
"Mom hasn't gotten a boyfriend, has she?" the man blurted out. Seeing Rong Yan suddenly cough, he instantly understood and didn't ask any further questions.
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After meeting Rong Yan, Liang Jia agreed to let Rong Yan see a psychologist.
The woman arrived at the clinic at the appointed time, but her true intentions were not what they seemed.
The medical visit was a pretense; her true intention was to get close to Rong Yan. She wouldn't let go of her hatred just because of Rong Yan's few words of concern.
Rong Yan knew Liang Jia had arrived, so she went over to greet her personally.
The two of them each had their own agenda.
Shen Xingzhi never expected that her best friend would provide Liang Jia with free treatment.
She ran to Rong Yan's office and breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the explanation.
Rong Yan had other plans.
Liang Jia came out of the clinic with a smile on her face, but her expression changed drastically after she got into the car. She had an appointment to meet with a lawyer.
Hearing that Lu Kai was in poor condition, the woman became even more determined to help him seek revenge; it was the only thing that kept her going. Fortunately, even with conclusive evidence, Lu Kai wouldn't be imprisoned for more than a few years.
So Lu Kai asked his lawyer to relay a message again, telling Liang Jia not to do anything.
Liang Jia outwardly assured Lu Kai that she would listen to him and asked the lawyer how to get Lu Kai's sentence reduced.
Liang Jia knew that asking Fu Jingsheng might be helpful, so she decided to give it a try.
In the new factory area, Fu Jingsheng, wearing a sun hat, worked with the bricklayers to repair the road again.
He Wei came to find him, but didn't recognize him at first glance.
He made a phone call, and the phone rang in front of him. One of the bricklayers straightened up to answer the phone, and He Wei then realized that the person was Fu Jingsheng.
"Boss." He Wei felt a mix of emotions.
Fu Jingsheng put down his tools and walked towards He Wei.
"Boss," He Wei pouted, "why did you do it yourself?"
Fu Jingsheng wiped his sweat: "It's good for my health. I have nothing else to do anyway, so helping out will speed things up."
The boss was smiling, but He Wei felt a pang of jealousy. Was the person in front of him still the same aloof and dignified person?
He Wei felt guilty, as the company had run into trouble under his management, and he apologized to Fu Jingsheng.
Fu Jingsheng patted the man's shoulder, comforting him instead.
He Wei originally intended to tell Fu Jingsheng that the company's funds were almost depleted after paying all the compensation, but seeing how hard his boss was working, he suddenly couldn't bring himself to say it.
Fu Jingsheng asked him what was wrong, and the man hesitated for a long time. It wasn't until Fu Jingsheng asked if it was about money and pressed him repeatedly that He Wei finally told him.
“I don’t need to pay my salary. As long as everyone is treated fairly, that’s fine. He Wei, your salary is also paid out, according to the compensation policy.”
“I don’t need it.” He Wei refused without hesitation.
Fu Jingsheng's face suddenly darkened, and he glared at He Wei without saying another word.
“Okay, I’ll take it.” He Wei had no choice but to compromise. “Boss, there’s nothing else going on at the company. I’ll come to your place tomorrow.”
He Wei wants to start over with Fu Jingsheng.
"Okay." The two reached an agreement.
Although it was physically tiring, Fu Jingsheng felt much less psychologically stressed. He taught He Wei the cement paving skills he had just learned.
Fu Jingsheng never dreamed that his mud-covered appearance would become a trending topic.
It was already noon when I received Rong Yan's call.
Rong Yan, holding a phone in one hand and chopsticks in the other, discussed her husband with Shen Xingzhi.
Opinions about Fu Jingsheng are mixed in the comments.
Ke Rongyan quite liked the way Fu Jingsheng worked, and she showed a lovestruck expression.
"What down-on-his-luck rich kid? The working class is the most glorious. Fu Jingsheng is so down-to-earth," Rong Yan said with a smile.
Shen Xingzhi nodded: "Yes, he can bend and stretch, and endure hardship to achieve his goal. If Fu Jingsheng doesn't succeed, who will?"
"What is this person saying? Fu Jingsheng's career has declined since we remarried? Now he's not even as good as a white-collar worker, and he's blaming me? Who said working people are not as good as white-collar workers?" Rong Yan commented on everyone's comments.
Her tone was full of approval for her husband. After reading it herself, she called Fu Jingsheng to tell him about the news that he had gone viral.
With his phone tucked between his shoulder and arm, Fu Jingsheng had no time to read the comments, so he asked his wife to give a brief summary.
After talking with Rong Yan last night, Fu Jingsheng no longer felt inferior.
He straightened his back: "He Wei came this morning. He'll come to help me tomorrow. He also thinks it's good to start from the bottom, but it's not as good as netizens say. What about enduring hardship and biding one's time? I'm just saving costs. Anyway, I have plenty of time now."
"We can't tell the truth; we're just experiencing working at the bottom of the ladder," Rong Yan said.
Fu Jingsheng took off his sunglasses and hat, leaving no room for anyone to take pictures, which fueled the online discussion.
Most people were praising him.
In the afternoon, Fu Jingsheng received a call from an investor who wanted to invest. He then received several more calls offering donations, all of which the man politely declined.
The condition for the investment was that the person would become the second largest shareholder, with each person donating tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan, which was not a small amount. Fu Jingsheng did not take other people's money for nothing; he never believed in free lunches.
Meanwhile, Ang Lee in Lucheng was drinking with his friends.
“Fu Jingsheng refused.” His friend sighed. “He wouldn’t accept either investment or donation.”
Ang Lee swirled the cup in his hand: "They've all gone to work as cement applicators, yet they still have such an arrogant air about them."
He wanted to help Fu Jingsheng in order to get revenge on Lin Wei. Once Lin Wei was released, he wanted her to know that he had gone through all that trouble, sacrificing himself, but hadn't hurt Fu Jingsheng at all.
I didn't expect my good intentions to be rejected.
"Who believes in free lunches? Fu Jingsheng is afraid we have ulterior motives," his friend said, leaning against the bar. "Old Li, if you ask me, once this is over, it's not worth it for a woman. A million is still money; an ordinary person can't earn that much in a lifetime."
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